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by Nicole May 11, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Sorry! For all I've done, I won't get in your way, And by the time you read this, On my death bed, Thats where I'll lay. I'm worthless and lonely, So I think its for the best. I needed to kill myself, And put myself at rest. Its not like anyone will care, Or will anyone bother. I was just a sill kid, Who was hated by her brother. I don't want funeral, Don't go to the expense. just chuck me away in the rubbish, You know it all makes sense. Give all my stuff to the poor, And burn all the pictures of me. I don't want anyone to know, I was ever alive...
by Brisa
Good poem. i really liked it.=).xoxo